The wind blew gently through the trees. The grass russled softly as the young child beside him rushed ahead. "Del'Enar dont go to far ahead or I will send your fathers imp after you." A soft voice rang out beside him. Looking to his left stood a viberant copper headed elf. She was dressed in flowing yellow robes. Something tugged at him as he watched her stand there with one hand on her hip and the other on the small of her back. She looked at him and smiled. The smile melted his heart, but her eyes told a different story.

“I had actually wished you would beat me, over come me. You would have been an exellent host. We could have worked hand in had so beautifully. But alas there is no way I can let a weakling like you ever have control over me. I am sorry Zarressa but you lose. You could not protect that which was most dear to you…….. Yourself…..” She raised her sword above Zarressa’s chest, her armour fading leaving nothing but a small gold shirt underneath it. She had forgotten about that shirt. Aelthers sister had made it for her after Zee had rescued her in the jail. The sword plunged….. “NO.

The image of her mother faded. The voices retured and started to echo through the vast room that her mind had created. The shadows begin to move once more and the figure waivered and moved towards the light.She sighed and took a deep break breath. This was going to be a long day.. well not really day... long fight..... it was going to be a long fight..... She took her stance as the first figure started to take shape infront of her.

"Hello my daughter. For what its worth I am sorry. Truly sorry....." A voice Zee thought she would never hear again echoed off the walls some where in shadows around her. "Mo... Moth...... Mother?" A soft laugh came from the figure. "No I am not but a safety device that your mother made a part of the curse. All of her thoughts, fears, loves and hates are inside of me as well. I am a warning to whoever became the new bearer of the curse. Unfortuantly it was you......"

A small candle flickered in the room. Blue eyes gazed at him from across the room. Hate, anger, and other emotions seemed to roll through the icy blue orbs of hers as he glanced around the room. Her feelings echoed through his head as did her thoughts.

A small raft still floated on the sea. A lone cry escaped the lips of the knight who held the priest close to her. Her mother had held her hand till the end. Armor could be replaced, weapons reforged, but never again would she feel the loving embrace of the elder priestess laying in her arms. “Go mother finally may you rest in peace.” The sun flashed on the horizon as twilight turned to night.

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